I was holding onto my childhood,
Tightly so,
As firm as I could,
I refused to let goOnce upon a time
(And I'll try to make this rhyme)
I purchased some chalk
(Better than a rock)
At the dollar store
For I could not afford any more
I then entered my backyard
(I would've had more fun if I had a credit card)
With my lovely drawing sticks
Just for kicks
So I started drawing on the ground
And sooner or later I found
That drawing on ground could be fun
With the exception of the hot sun
I drew and drew
Until the space left was few
Then I took a step back
My admiration did not lack
For the rainbows
In rows
Among pink hearts
Ah, the beauty of all arts
~~~~~
Haha, I suck at poetry. Fret not, my dear friends, for I still have a love for all
things littérature. I just am more familiar with prose.
-Reya-

Last edited: 7 April 2009

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